This got me thinking.. exactly what would I personally say if I had to get up and talk about myself?
I mean, could I actually think of something that wouldn't make people excuse themselves to take a quick phone call and then never come back?
Probably not but these are the things I came up with....
I am afraid of the dark.
My body may live in the present but my imagination lives in a 1940's black and white Hitchcock movie where every dark corner and unopened closet harbor villains plotting my demise.
I am also afraid of spiders.
Yet I am the person everyone calls when there is one in the house that needs to be removed.
And they always want it REMOVED, not squished.
I am better at the squishing than the removing.
I am also the person they call when the plumbing has stopped working.
But I am not sure I would want to share that tidbit.
"Hello my name is Melora. Do you need your toilet unclogged?"
Not the best conversation starter.
I don't own a bathing suit that fits.
With my figure it's shocking I know.
I am a certified sci-fi geek.
If a movie or TV show has a spaceship in it ~~ I will watch it.
If a cup or T-shirt has Star Trek on it ~~ I will buy it.
If a book takes place in outer space ~~ I will read it.
This factoid has the possibility of boosting that "need to take a quick phone call" excuse.
I am a fashion disaster.
I don't own a belt and only have one purse.
I don't own a belt and only have one purse.
I own just enough make-up to cover the occasional blemish or be presentable if I have to show up in public and appear somewhat adult.
The only reason I am still allowed to be called a girl is that I can pull the "I birthed 5 children" card and they let the title stand.
I love to eat.
I guess I don't have to announce that.
But I am trying to make it less obvious.
I keep trying to develop that eating disorder where you don't eat because you think you are too fat.
I've got it half right so far.
When I can incorporate the other half, I might once again own a bathing suit that fits.
I keep trying to develop that eating disorder where you don't eat because you think you are too fat.
I've got it half right so far.
When I can incorporate the other half, I might once again own a bathing suit that fits.
I like the way coffee smells.
But I will only drink it if it's drowned in French Vanilla Creamer.
Otherwise it tastes too much like.... coffee. (Go figure).
I secretly want my children to live with me forever.
And at the same time I have a calendar hidden under my bed counting the days until college.
I really like cats.
I have 3 of them.
Every so often it's 3 too many.
I say that about my children sometimes.
I like to write.
I've been writing since I was 4 years old.
I think the blog thing works well for me because my attention span isn't that long and I can finish something before I get distracted by other things....
Do you smell cookies?
I smell cookies....
Be right back.....